52: Chapter 52 The higher one looks up, the more lofty it becomes; the divine might of the white sky...

The Yan Di Pavilion, standing majestically on the ground, let out a thunderous boom.

A hundred-zhang golden light pierced through its structure, and countless fragments of rock and wood fell from the sky onto the buildings below.

Luo Ying of the Kunyu Sect, who had just departed, saw this scene and sighed with regret, "The people of the Hundred Beasts Sect are dead!"

He complained in his heart, "Those useless trash were so stubborn... couldn't they have held out a bit longer?!"

Two Kunyu Sect elders beside him heard this and replied, "Elder Luo, you did your best to persuade them; they simply sought their own deaths!"

Luo Ying waved his sleeve and said, "Those of a different race are bound to have different hearts. If this demon tiger seizes all the opportunities here, it will be a crisis for the Ming Kingdom... for the human race of the three kingdoms!"

"Now, our only option is to unite with the Juling and Faheng Sects, seek support from within our own sect, and find a way to suppress the demon tiger!"

"What a pity for that Meng Yuan; he had the combat power of three late-stage Foundation Establishment beasts."

"If he could have endured for a moment and saved his life, he would have been a great help..."

He glanced back at the seventh floor of the Yan Di Pavilion with some regret before quickly leading the Kunyu Sect group away.

The seventh floor of the Yan Di Pavilion.

Amidst the ruins, Hundred Beasts Sect Elder Meng Yuan knelt on the ground.

Beside him, Elder Liu Zhang had been sliced in half at the waist, dying with his eyes wide open. The other elder was nowhere to be seen, his body completely destroyed.

Half of the Green Feather Eagle's body had vanished. The Golden Lightning Thunder Bear's head was severed from its body, its chest and belly completely gone, leaving only its lower limbs.

As for the red-haired, fanged giant wolf, it was missing its right limb and head; it had tried to block the golden light with its claws, only to be obliterated until not even ash remained.

Bai Cang, who had caused all this, gazed indifferently at Meng Yuan and said:

"I have been mild-tempered all my life and never liked taking lives. Yet, some people insist on seeking death. Why do you think that is?"

Behind him, Yue Shanhe, Fei Youqing, and the others were also shocked by their Ancestor Bai. They hadn't expected the power of this strike, once fully released, to be so immense!

But did Ancestor Bai have some misunderstanding about what 'mild-tempered' meant?!

Three people and four beasts had died miserable deaths. Now, only one person remained alive, but he looked like he was about to draw his last breath.

"You demon tiger! Kill me or torture me as you wish, but do not humiliate me!!"

Meng Yuan’s eyes nearly split from rage as he resentfully raised a finger to point at Bai Cang.

"Because they lack self-awareness."

Bai Cang said. A streak of golden light flashed past, and Meng Yuan's blood-stained, white-haired head went rolling away.

He happened to be missing one Chang Ghost that wasn't at the Foundation Establishment stage; this person was perfect!

Then, Bai Cang slashed through the formation's restriction and took it.

"Canglang Flood Dragon Sea-Churning Formation..."

As Bai Cang swept it with his divine sense, information was fed back from the formation diagram.

This Canglang Flood Dragon Sea-Churning Formation was a peak second-tier grand formation.

Once activated, it could manifest six ink flood dragons at the peak of the second tier to guard the sect gate. They could summon clouds and mist, overturn rivers and seas; no cultivator below the third or fourth layer of the Core Formation stage could subdue them!

He tossed the formation diagram back. Yue Shanhe had been staring at it longingly for a while, almost wishing he could have looked at it alongside him.

Yue Shanhe swept it with his divine sense, his back straightening and his eyes lighting up as he asked, "Ancestor Bai, this is...?!"

Fei Youqing and the other disciples kept their heads bowed. Though they were extremely curious, they didn't dare to look.

The Sect Master had been raised and cared for by Ancestor Bai since he was a little brat; their relationship was incomparable. Furthermore, for subordinates to look at what their superior was viewing was an unreasonable request.

They could only hope that Yue Shanhe and Bai Cang would speak a few more words.

"If you want to set up this formation in the Mountain and River Sect, don't even think about it without a highly skilled second-tier formation master and a group of formation practitioners to assist!"

Bai Cang said.

There was another sentence he didn't say aloud.

But Yue Shanhe surely understood in his heart that this second-tier formation master had to be someone from the Mountain and River Sect to ensure no hidden traps were left for outsiders.

A mountain-protecting grand formation was vital to a sect's safety.

Even if the sect's talent was currently lacking, under normal circumstances, it could protect the sect from destruction for hundreds of years.

Or, they could find someone with a very close and intimate relationship with the Mountain and River Sect.

Of course, he still preferred the former...

"I understand Ancestor Bai's meaning!"

Yue Shanhe said with deep emotion and fervor, "Since Ancestor Bai emerged, he has saved the Mountain and River Sect from the brink of death multiple times, uniting the cultivators of the sect and revitalizing our centuries-old foundation!!"

"Now, the Mountain and River Sect is far stronger than it was during the time of our founding ancestor, and its might awes the Eastern Region. Within a hundred years, the sect might very well be able to cultivate a second-tier formation master!!!"

Behind him, Fei Youqing and the others listened with solemn expressions, their chests puffed out.

The path to immortality is indeed the desire of cultivators, but men and women of character also love the pursuit of power and hegemony!

"It is good that you have such ambition!"

Bai Cang appreciated and approved of Yue Shanhe's spirit.

With the resources of the entire Eastern Region, it wouldn't be difficult to cultivate a second-tier formation master within a hundred years!

But there was one thing he couldn't help but complain about in his heart.

The freaking founding ancestor of the Mountain and River Sect was just a down-and-out cultivator at the sixth layer of Qi Refining!

He didn't even know if it was founded by the abandoned disciple of an abandoned disciple of an abandoned disciple... of some abandoned disciple from the ancient great sect, the Shanhai Sect.

This person had obscurely established the Mountain and River Sect in this land of three kingdoms, where the spiritual energy among the hundred nations was weak.

Bai Cang collected the storage bags left behind by the three from the Baishou Sect, along with the four mangled demon corpses.

This time, he didn't use the Ruyi Size Manipulation transformation to land on Yue Shanhe, but instead took to the sky alone.

His demon sense swept across the second layer of the restricted area and found that no powerful spiritual signatures remained.

They had likely been taken by the Faheng Sect, the only one they hadn't encountered yet.

Additionally, there were local forces from the Beize Eighteen Islands participating, along with many rogue Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He had suppressed the momentum of the three sects, including Kunyu, making them unable to deal with his group, which could be considered letting them off easy.

"Fine, let them have it."

Bai Cang said softly, riding the wild winds over the palace complexes below and flying toward the highest point.

He looked down at the three great mountains behind the ruins of the Huihai Sect.

Each mountain had its own palace complex; the middle one was the main one, while the two on the sides were secondary.

Miraculous sights and grand scenery emerged in abundance, their complexity, beauty, elegance, strangeness, and ethereal nature beyond words, like a celestial palace in the heavens.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Bai Cang's eyes as he thought, 'Let me test the strength of this restriction!'

With that, he released a hundred-zhang golden blade, slashing toward the restriction of a secondary palace.

Boom! Boom!

A world-shaking explosion erupted; clouds and mist surged, and a storm rose abruptly, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was overturning...

The cultivators below who had come to the Huihai Sect seeking opportunities were all shaken, their heads aching and ears ringing; those with lower cultivation even fainted.

More and more cultivators looked up toward the horizon.

A white tiger, resembling a celestial beast, trod on clouds and wind, launching a frantic bombardment against one of the three great mountains!

'This... how can he casually unleash a dozen such attacks in a row!??'

Seeing this scene, Elder Luo Ying of the Kunyu Sect, who had many schemes in mind, looked stunned.

In the next second, his body seemed drained of all strength, and he collapsed backward.

"Old Luo!" "Elder!"

The elders and disciples of the Kunyu Sect rushed forward to support him.

"Sigh... Sigh..."

Luo Ying sighed repeatedly, a breath stuck in his throat that he couldn't swallow; he wanted to speak but couldn't.

His eyes slowly closed.